Svein Nyberg sent me this link as a suggestion for a funexcise:

"Maybe this is a good topic for the more visually inclined?
http://tinyurl.com/dbqsm
Some of the better ones brought out some tremblings of mythical fear in me, at least."

I like the idea but didn't want to copy their theme exactly. I think self portraits would be fun, so this funexcise is to combine yourself with something.

Sharon

Could you be more specific? The link requires registering (which I hesitate to do), and I got all sorts of pop-ups from the site (grrr...).

What do you mean by "combine with"?

Sharon,
That site sent my computer into a spin and it was very hard to close.
Janet

I have a pop-up blocker, so the site loaded smoothly for me, but I am not sure what you want us to do? Do you want us to do phtos, or poems or both?

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Gee, I'm sorry, folks. I didn't have any trouble with the link at all. I know that to see many areas of that site one needs to be a member but the "plant animals" contest was on the page linked and open for the public to view. Can't you see those images. Jerry?

I had meant this to be a visual funexcise but if anyone wants to combine themselves with something else in a poem that would be great too. Go for it.

Excellent, Henry!

Henry Quince, a fruity chap,
who's often stewed.
His name is really Henri Coing
--a mispronunciation trap.
So tiring of being misconstrued,
he thought, that while he still was young
he'd overcome this handicap
by cutting out the foreign crap.
His cousin Enrico Cotogna,
in Orstrylia said, "Mite, good onya.

Henry

Quince is
more than quinces:
Quince is hints, is
glints and winces;
what a spark that lark of Quince's,
as I scarf my morning blintzes.

Christ, Henry, that's the second time in a few days that your name has brought out the monorhyming maniac within me. Life would be simpler if it really was Coing, but in America we dance with whom we brung.

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Marion, I think it's you
and very lovely you are too!

But with that bad Tasmanian!
A poet who's so brainy, in

such company? You're far too good
to be a doll for Robin Hood.

In Sherwood forest with Errol Fynn!
Repent good maid, before you sin.

To Errol is Human


Dear Janet, your advise is good
Regarding said Sir Robin Hood,
Who, offscreen, most certainly
Was not the flower of chivalry.

Repent, you say? Perhaps I ought.
And yet--forsooth! The knave is hot!

I've conveyed an upbraidin'
for charadin' she's a maiden.
She's been laid in every state &
made her trade in ways forbaden.



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Maid Marien,
though Hood looks hot
I've heard that Flynn
(the truth or not)
preferred the men.

CT

Rash rose, no maps?

Duncan

Toadstool

http://www.the-buckeye.org/self-portrait.jpg

[This message has been edited by Jerry Glenn Hartwig (edited October 25, 2005).]

Cool Jerry, are you a mushroom or a toadstool?

Jeesh, girl, check the title!

Actually, I'm neither. I'm on the toadstool, waiting to be kissed by the princess. *grin*

http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/ubbhtm...re/hobbits.jpg

LOL, Marion!

Which one's you? *evil grin*

Jerry,

The one on the far left, precioussss...

A bold adventurer, Marion,
was brave, (yet ever the wary one}.
She’d hide in her brougham,
recite her last poem,
transforming her foes into carrion.

Our resident artist is Sharon
who met an attractive young baron;
kept her head in the clouds
until, laughing out loud,
she noticed his legs – like a heron!


[This message has been edited by Jerry Glenn Hartwig (edited October 28, 2005).]